DONOVAN

I stood in my mother's living room, feeling like a child who had been caught doing something wrong. She glared at me, her eyes blazing with anger.

"Donovan, how could you?" she demanded. "How could you keep Vikky's illness from me? And what's all this I hear about a war with the Moonstone Pack?"

I took a deep breath, trying to explain. "Mother, I-"

But she cut me off, her voice rising. "And what about your father? He's always supporting you, even when you do wrong. He's always making excuses for you, covering up for your mistakes."

I felt a surge of defensiveness, but I knew better than to...